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 Congo 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Urselle,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.