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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Nico,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.