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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Monks,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.