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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.