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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.