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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.