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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.