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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Fear,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.