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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Japan,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.