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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.