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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.