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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.