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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.