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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.