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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.