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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.