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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Ten City,
JFA,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.