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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.