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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
The Index,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.