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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.