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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
10cc,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.