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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.