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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Technova,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Smog,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.