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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.