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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Slave,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.