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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.