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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.