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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Magma,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.