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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Inner City,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.