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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.