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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.