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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gun Club to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.