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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.