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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.