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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.