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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.