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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.