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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.