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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.