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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
UT,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.