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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.