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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.