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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.