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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.