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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
June Days,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.