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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.