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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.