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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.