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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.