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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.