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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.