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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.