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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Qualms to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.