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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.