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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.