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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.