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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.