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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.