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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.