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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
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.