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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Fear,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.