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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Shoche,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.