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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Bologna and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Television,
Can,
Wings,
Brick,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.