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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.