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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Magma,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.