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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.