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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.