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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.