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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.