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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.