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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.