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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pole to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.