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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Aswad,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.