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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Scion,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.