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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.