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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.