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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultravox 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
New Order,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.