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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Skriet,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.