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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.