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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.