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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.