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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.