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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
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,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.