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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 organ and a guitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Motions,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.