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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.