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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Faust,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.