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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.