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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.