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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Association 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.