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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.