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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.