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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.