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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.