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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
New Order,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.