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 Malta and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.