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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.