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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
UT,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.