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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.