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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.