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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Index,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.