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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.