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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.