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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.