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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.