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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Wings,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.