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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.