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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.