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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Audionom,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.