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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.