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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.