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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.