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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.