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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 10cc 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.