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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
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,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.