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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.