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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.