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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.