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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.