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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.