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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a snare 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.