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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.