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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Nas,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.