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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.