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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.