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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.