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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.