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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.