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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.