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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.