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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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?
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.