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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.