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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.