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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.