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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.