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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.