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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.