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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.