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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Yaz,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.