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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.