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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
New Order,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.