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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.