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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.