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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.