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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.