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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
MDC,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.