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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Q65,
Television,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
MC5,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.