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 Singapore and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.