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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.