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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Swans,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.