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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.