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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.