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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.