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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
New Order,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.