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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.