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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slits to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.