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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Organ,
Lyres,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.