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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.