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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.