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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Faust,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.