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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.