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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.