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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.