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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
the Normal,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.