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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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?
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.