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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Brick,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.