Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.