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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.