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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
June Days,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.