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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.