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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
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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.