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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.