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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.