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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.