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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
X-102,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.