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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.