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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.