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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.