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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.