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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.