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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.