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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.