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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.