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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.