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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 808 and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Television,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.