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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.