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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.