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 Latvia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.