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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.