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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
June Days,
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.