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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Remains to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.