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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.