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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.