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 Suriname and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Gories,
Brick,
The Associates,
the Germs,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.