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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.