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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.