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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.