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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.