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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.