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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.