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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.