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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.