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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.