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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Young Rascals to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.