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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
PIL,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.