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 Portugal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vogues to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Swans,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Cluster,
UT,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.