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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.