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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.