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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Magma,
Oneida,
Crime,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.