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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.