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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.