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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.