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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.