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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.