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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.