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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.