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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.