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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.