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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Can to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.