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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.