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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.