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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.