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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.