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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Faust,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.