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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.