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 Lebanon 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.