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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.