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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.