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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.