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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.