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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.