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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.