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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
The Index,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.