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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Slits,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.