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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.