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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.