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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.