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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.