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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.