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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Scion,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.