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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Crime,
Outsiders,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.