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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.