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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.