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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.