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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.