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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.