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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Monolake,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.