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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.