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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.