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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.