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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.