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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Move to the rap 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.