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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.