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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.