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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.