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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.