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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.