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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.