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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.