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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes 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 disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.