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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.