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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.