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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.