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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.