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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.