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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.