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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Oneida,
UT,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.