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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.