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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
UT,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.