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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.