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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.