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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.