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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.