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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.