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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
UT,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.