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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.