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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.