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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Sonics 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.