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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.