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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.