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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.