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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Japan,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.