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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Skarface,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.