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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.