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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
UT,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Main Source,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Pole,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.