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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Dead C 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Skarface,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.