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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 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?
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Cameo,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.