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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.