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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.