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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Technova,
Crime,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.