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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Darondo,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.