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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.