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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.