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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Wire,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.