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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.