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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Index 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.