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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.