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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.