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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.