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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.