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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.