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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.