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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.