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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Index,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.