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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.