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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.