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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.