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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.