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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Smog,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.