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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.