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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.