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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Organ 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.