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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.