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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Little Man to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Names,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Japan,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.