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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.