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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.