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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.