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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.