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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.