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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.