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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.