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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Pylon to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Visage,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Magma,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.