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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.