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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.