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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.