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 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.