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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.