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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.