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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
PIL,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.