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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Nico,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.