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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Monks,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.