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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.