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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Can,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.