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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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?
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.