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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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?
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Skaos,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.