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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
This Heat,
Visage,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.