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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.