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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Skriet,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.