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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Slave,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.