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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.