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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.