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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.