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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.