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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.