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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.