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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.