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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.