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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.