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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.