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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.