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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.