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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.