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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys 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 jazz 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 güiro and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
the Germs,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Wings,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.