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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.