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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.