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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.