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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.