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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.