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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.