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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.