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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.