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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.