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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.