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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
X-102,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.