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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Scion,
the Human League,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.