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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
The Names,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.