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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.