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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.