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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Searchers to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.