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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.