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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.