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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
DNA,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.