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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Wire,
Little Man,
Whodini,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.