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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.