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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.