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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.