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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.