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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.