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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.