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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.