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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.