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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Smoke to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.