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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.