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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Cameo,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.