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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camberwell Now 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.