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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.