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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.