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 Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Can,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.