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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.