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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.