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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.