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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.