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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Sonics 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.