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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.