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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.