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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
CMW,
X-102,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
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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.