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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.