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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.