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 Oman and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Slave,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.