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 Bulgaria 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
PIL,
John Cale,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.