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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.