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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.