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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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?
Qualms,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.