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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
ABBA,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.