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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.