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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia 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 punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.