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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.