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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.