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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.