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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Japan 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
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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.