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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.