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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.