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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Technova,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.