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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Television,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.