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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.