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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amazonics 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
MC5,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Japan,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.