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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.