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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.