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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.