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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.