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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Lyres,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.