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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
10cc,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.