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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.