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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.