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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.