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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.