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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.