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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.