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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.