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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.