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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.