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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.