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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.