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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.