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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.