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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.