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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Pole,
The United States of America,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.