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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.