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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.