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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.