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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.