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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.