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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.