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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.