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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.