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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.