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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.