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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.