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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.