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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.