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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.