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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.