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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
MDC,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.