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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.