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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Slits 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.