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 North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.