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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.