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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.