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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.