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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Fugazi,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.