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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.