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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.