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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.