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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.