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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.