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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.