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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Skarface,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.