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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.