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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.