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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.