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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
MC5,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.