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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Slits 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.