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 Ghana 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.