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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
X-102,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.