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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.