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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bill Wells 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.