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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.