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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.