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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.