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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.