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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.