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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.