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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.