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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.