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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Martian to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
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,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Ronan,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Jandek,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.