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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Wings,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.