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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.