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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.