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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.