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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.