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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.