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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.