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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
The Martian,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.