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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.