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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.