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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.