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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.