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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Faust,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.