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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Shoche,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.