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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
cv313,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.