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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.