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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.