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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.