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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Index,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.