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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.