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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.