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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Index 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.