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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.