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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.