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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Lyres,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.