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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.