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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.