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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
World's Most,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.